I saw a rhinoceros, buffalo (a large herd), eland, quagga, and sable antelope, the most beautiful of all the bucks, not to mention many smaller varieties of game, and three ostriches which scudded away at our approach like white drift before a gale.

Then, an hour or so later, Mrs.C. would get up from her bedside chair, refluff Elvis's pillow, kiss him good-bye, and leave for the Bronx—to resume caring for her mother.

Reverts his face, and pausing flings / Soft showers of roses from aurelian wings.

In all my years as a cycling fan, I've never seen a breakaway like this.